Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part V. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Said the high hill in the morning 'Look on me	A
'Behold sweet earth sweet sister sky behold	B
'The red flames on my peaks and how my pines	C
'Are cressets of pure gold my quarried scars	D
'Of black crevase and shadow fill'd canon	E
'Are trac'd in silver mist How on my breast	F
'Hang the soft purple fringes of the night	G
'Close to my shoulder droops the weary moon	H
'Dove pale into the crimson surf the sun	E
'Drives up before his prow and blackly stands	I
'On my slim loftiest peak an eagle with	J
'His angry eyes set sunward while his cry	K
'Falls fiercely back from all my ruddy heights	L
'And his bald eaglets in their bare broad nest	F
'Shrill pipe their angry echoes ''Sun arise	M
''And show me that pale dove beside her nest	F
''Which I shall strike with piercing beak and tear	N
''With iron talons for my hungry young ''	O
And that mild dove secure for yet a space	P
Half waken'd turns her ring'd and glossy neck	Q
To watch dawn's ruby pulsing on her breast	F
And see the first bright golden motes slip down	R
The gnarl'd trunks about her leaf deep nest	F
Nor sees nor fears the eagle on the peak	S
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'Aye lassie sing I'll smoke my pipe the while	T
'And let it be a simple bonnie song	U
'Such as an old plain man can gather in	V
'His dulling ear and feel it slipping thro'	N
'The cold dark stony places of his heart '	-
'Yes sing sweet Kate ' said Alfred in her ear	N
'I often heard you singing in my dreams	W
'When I was far away the winter past '	-
So Katie on the moonlit window lean'd	X
And in the airy silver of her voice	Y
Sang of the tender blue 'Forget me not '	-
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Could every blossom find a voice	Y
And sing a strain to me	A
I know where I would place my choice	Y
Which my delight should be	A
I would not choose the lily tall	Z
The rose from musky grot	X
But I would still my minstrel call	Z
The blue 'Forget me not '	-
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And I on mossy bank would lie	K
Of brooklet ripp'ling clear	N
And she of the sweet azure eye	K
Close at my list'ning ear	N
Should sing into my soul a strain	A2
Might never be forgot	X
So rich with joy so rich with pain	A2
The blue 'Forget me not '	-
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Ah ev'ry blossom hath a tale	B2
With silent grace to tell	C2
From rose that reddens to the gale	B2
To modest heather bell	C2
But O the flow'r in ev'ry heart	X
That finds a sacred spot	X
To bloom with azure leaves apart	X
Is the 'Forget me not '	-
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Love plucks it from the mosses green	D2
When parting hours are nigh	K
And places it loves palms between	D2
With many an ardent sigh	K
And bluely up from grassy graves	E2
In some lov'd churchyard spot	X
It glances tenderly and waves	E2
The dear 'Forget me not '	-
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And with the faint last cadence stole a glance	F2
At Malcolm's soften'd face a bird soft touch	G2
Let flutter on the rugged silver snarls	H2
Of his thick locks and laid her tender lips	I2
A second on the iron of his hand	X
'And did you ever meet ' he sudden ask'd	X
Of Alfred sitting pallid in the shade	X
'Out by yon unco place a lad a lad	X
'Nam'd Maxwell Gordon tall and straight and strong	U
'About my size I take it when a lad '	-
And Katie at the sound of Max's name	J2
First spoken for such space by Malcolm's lips	I2
Trembl'd and started and let down her brow	N
Hiding its sudden rose on Malcolm's arm	K2
'Max Gordon Yes Was he a friend of yours '	-
'No friend of mine but of the lassie's here	N
'How comes he on I wager he's a drone	L2
'And never will put honey in the hive '	-
'No drone ' said Alfred laughing 'when I left	X
'He and his axe were quarr'ling with the woods	M2
'And making forests reel love steels a lover's arm '	-
O blush that stole from Katie's swelling heart	X
And with its hot rose brought the happy dew	X
Into her hidden eyes 'Aye aye is that the way '	-
Said Malcolm smiling 'Who may be his love '	-
'In that he is a somewhat simple soul	N2
'Why I suppose he loves ' he paused and Kate	X
Look'd up with two 'forget me nots' for eyes	M
With eager jewels in their centres set	X
Of happy happy tears and Alfred's heart	X
Became a closer marble than before	N
' Why I suppose he loves his lawful wife '	-
'His wife his wife ' said Malcolm in a maze	O2
And laid his heavy hand on Katie's head	X
'Did you play me false my little lass	P2
'Speak and I'll pardon Katie lassie what '	-
'He has a wife ' said Alfred 'lithe and bronz'd	X
'An Indian woman comelier than her kind	X
'And on her knee a child with yellow locks	Q2
'And lake like eyes of mystic Indian brown	R
'And so you knew him He is doing well '	-
'False false ' said Katie lifting up her head	X
'O you know not the Max my father means '	-
'He came from yonder farm house on the slope '	-
'Some other Max we speak not of the same '	-
'He has a red mark on his temple set '	-
'It matters not 'tis not the Max we know '	-
'He wears a turquoise ring slung round his neck '	-
'And many wear them they are common stones '	-
'His mother's ring her name was Helen Wynde '	-
'And there be many Helens who have sons '	-
'O Katie credit me it is the man '	-
'O not the man Why you have never told	X
'Us of the true soul that the true Max has	R2
'The Max we know has such a soul I know '	-
'How know you that my foolish little lass '	-
Said Malcolm a storm of anger bound	X
Within his heart like Samson with green withs	R2
'Belike it is the false young cur we know '	-
'No no ' said Katie simply and low voic'd	X
'If he were traitor I must needs be false	R2
'For long ago love melted our two hearts	R2
'And time has moulded those two hearts in one	E
'And he is true since I am faithful still '	-
She rose and parted trembling as she went	X
Feeling the following steel of Alfred's eyes	R2
And with the icy hand of scorn'd mistrust	X
Searching about the pulses of her heart	X
Feeling for Max's image in her breast	X
'To night she conquers Doubt to morrow's noon	H
'His following soldiers sap the golden wall	Z
'And I shall enter and possess the fort '	-
Said Alfred in his mind 'O Katie child	X
'Wilt thou be Nemesis with yellow hair	N
'To rend my breast for I do feel a pulse	R2
'Stir when I look into thy pure barb'd eyes	R2
'O am I breeding that false thing a heart	X
'Making my breast all tender for the fangs	R2
'Of sharp Remorse to plunge their hot fire in	V
'I am a certain dullard Let me feel	S2
'But one faint goad fine as a needle's point	X
'And it shall be the spur in my soul's side	X
'To urge the madd'ning thing across the jags	R2
'And cliffs of life into the soft embrace	R2
'Of that cold mistress who is constant too	X
'And never flings her lovers from her arms	R2
'Not Death for she is still a fruitful wife	T2
'Her spouse the Dead and their cold marriage yields	R2
'A million children born of mould'ring flesh	U2
'So Death and Flesh live on immortal they	V2
'I mean the blank ey'd queen whose wassail bowl	N2
'Is brimm'd from Lethe and whose porch is red	X
'With poppies as it waits the panting soul	N2
'She she alone is great No scepter'd slave	W2
'Bowing to blind creative giants she	A
'No forces seize her in their strong mad hands	R2
'Nor say ''Do this be that '' Were there a God	X
'His only mocker she great Nothingness	R2
'And to her close of kin yet lover too	X
'Flies this large nothing that we call the soul '	-
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'Doth true Love lonely grow	N
Ah no ah no	N
Ah were it only so	N
That it alone might show	N
Its ruddy rose upon its sapful tree	A
Then then in dewy morn	X2
Joy might his brow adorn	X2
With Love's young rose as fair and glad as he '	-
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But with Love's rose doth blow	N
Ah woe ah woe	N
Truth with its leaves of snow	N
And Pain and Pity grow	N
With Love's sweet roses on its sapful tree	A
Love's rose buds not alone	L2
But still but still doth own	L2
A thousand blossoms cypress hued to see	A
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Isabella Valancy Crawford

Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part V. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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